Semaphore

I may as well try semaphore As words no longer work This fool's feeling cornered And he acted like a jerk He'd tell you he was sorry If that made good the hurt It's too late now for sorry It's too late now for words We survive despite our desire to stray Hell to pay, thought you knew my desires It's innate, it's not going away I hope you're not going away It's a question of convenience How pain, with time, will fade Surrendered to acceptance Dark night gives way to day It was meant to be a gesture That mark across your face It's too late now for sorry It's too late now for grace We survive despite our desire to stray Hell to pay, thought you knew my desires It's innate, it's not going away Hell to pay, thought you knew Hell to pay, thought you knew Thought you knew, thought you knew --- Semaphore - James